101: Chapter 101 Sulfonamides as Souvenirs Cause a Stir in London's Aristocratic Circles

The fight had just ended.

Little John on the side watched the two people in the arena with glowing eyes.

Lin Tian's sparring with Li Shuwen had truly taught him a lesson, giving him a glimpse of authentic Chinese martial arts.

With immense power and exquisite techniques, Little John knew very well that he was far behind.

Recalling the new moves Lin Tian had just taught him, he secretly vowed to practice hard when he got home.

Afterwards, Lin Tian instructed Butler John to call a private doctor.

Just as Li Shuwen's arm was bandaged, his stomach began to rumble.

"Hahaha!" Lin Tian laughed twice, immediately telling the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner and, incidentally, having Li Shuwen stay overnight at the manor.

After eating his fill, Lin Tian was in a great mood, putting his arms around his personal maid Helen as they went upstairs to rest.

As for Jiang Meier, she happened to be on her period these past few days.

Lin Tian didn't bother her, letting her rest in peace.

...

The next morning.

Lin Tian opened his eyes and looked at the woman beside his pillow.

Helen, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, and skin as white as snow, had been by his side for a full eight years.

After being together for so long, it would be a lie to say there were no feelings, but it was mostly a matter of mutual need.

After all, in this era, the status of women was not high.

Helen was a typical quiet person who had immigrated from Scotland in her early years.

Usually, she acted like an abacus bead—moving only when told, and she was the same way under the covers.

Lin Tian kept her purely for her beautiful appearance, usually giving her extra money as compensation.

Helen was also very happy; every time she got money, she immediately sent it back to her home in Scotland.

It was said that besides her parents, she had four bachelor brothers waiting for money to get married.

...

After getting up, Lin Tian finished washing up under the service of a few little maids.

He came to the courtyard and practiced a set of boxing techniques.

Not long after, he saw Li Shuwen walking over listlessly, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes and his right arm in a sling.

"What's wrong? Did the wound hurt too much to sleep well?"

Lin Tian stopped his movements, took the towel handed by a maid to wipe off his sweat, and asked with some surprise.

Immediately, he walked to the white jade stone table, sat down, and took a sip of green tea.

Li Shuwen stepped forward and sighed helplessly.

"It has nothing to do with the wound, actually..."

Seeing him hesitate, Lin Tian put the exquisite official kiln teacup back on the table and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Li Shuwen's face suddenly flushed, and he scratched the back of his head with his left hand.

"Your bed is just too soft and too high-class. I couldn't get used to it at all; I tossed and turned all night without closing my eyes!"

"Pfft!" The tea Lin Tian had just taken into his mouth sprayed all over the ground.

He laughed uncontrollably, took a clean towel to wipe his mouth, and said, "This bed of mine was custom-made in France. Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Today, I'll have someone find you an apartment outside."

"Thank you so much!"

Li Shuwen was just worrying about this; if he had to sleep on such a soft bed every day, his tough bones would definitely fall apart.

Immediately after, he said, "Mr. Lin Tian, I'm going out for a while!"

"Where are you going?" Lin Tian asked casually.

"To the CFC Fast Food Restaurant in the city center. I just love their steamed buns; the skin is thin and the filling is huge!" Li Shuwen replied truthfully.

Hearing this, Lin Tian smiled slightly and gave a wink to The Old Butler not far away.

The butler understood immediately, turned and entered the main building, and soon came out with a large stack of CFC vouchers, which he stuffed into Li Shuwen's hand.

"Take these vouchers first, and come to me for more when you finish them. Remember, go to Times Square to find me after you've eaten!"

Lin Tian gave a specific address.

After saying this, he got up and left the courtyard.

Li Shuwen stood there holding a pile of fast-food vouchers, grinning.

"With so many vouchers, it's enough for me to eat my fill for a week. Hmm, working for someone else, the treatment is not bad at all!"

Li Shuwen had not eaten many delicacies in his life and felt that the things in the CFC Fast Food Restaurant were already the best in the world.

Lin Tian's casual little gesture instantly sent Li Shuwen's favorability soaring.

...

Far away in San Francisco, Lin Shi, the boss of Hongmen, learned that his precious son had actually recruited Li Shuwen.

He sat in his office and laughed out loud.

Beside him, a Chinese woman was seeking help, looking at him with surprise, but Lin Shi ignored it completely and shouted directly into the phone:

"Son, you don't understand how crazy this guy is in San Francisco! Several of our Hongmen's top fighters were beaten down by him, and he even complained that they were too weak. Many brothers were so angry they wanted to pull their guns and fight him to the death. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, this guy ran off to be your subordinate? Hahaha, the brothers in the gang will probably be overjoyed when they hear this news!"

"I say, Dad, when do you plan to come to New York? We haven't seen each other for several years!" Lin Tian asked on his end of the phone.

"I can't get away recently; the whole of Hongmen depends on me to watch over it. If I leave, the neighbors who encounter trouble won't even have a place to seek justice!"

Lin Shi, with his hair neatly combed back and wearing a black suit, was completely in the style of a standard mafia godfather.

"Suit yourself, just don't overwork yourself. Also, be sure to pay attention to safety!" Lin Tian said with concern.

"Don't worry, no one dares to pull a tiger's whiskers. Now, the Italians and Irish in this territory are as obedient as grandsons when they see me!" Lin Shi laughed triumphantly.

"One cannot be too careful. Dad, I plan to start a professional security company myself." Lin Tian took the opportunity to state his plan.

Although Elizabeth and Anna both had bodyguards sent by Hongmen, he still wanted to set up a formal security company.

Lin Tian knew very well that in the next twenty or thirty years, the entire USA would become even more chaotic.

There were lawless gangsters everywhere, and these people had no bottom line.

No matter who it was, as long as they provoked them, they would want to physically eliminate them.

To prevent trouble before it happened, Lin Tian had to set up a formal security group specializing in preventing assassinations.

After hearing his son's explanation, Lin Shi nodded over the phone.

Although he felt his son was making a fuss, he still expressed his agreement and promised that he would never reduce the number of bodyguards.

...

Not long after the phone call ended, Li Shuwen followed the address and found his way to the headquarters building of The New York Times.

After identifying himself to a young white man, the young white man immediately led him into the president's office.

"Mr. Lin Tian, the person has been brought!" Willie led Li Shuwen into the main door.

"Hmm, Willie, let me introduce you. This is Li Shuwen. From now on, like you, he will be my right-hand man." Bruce took the initiative to speak.

Hearing this, Willie nodded, looked at Li Shuwen, and extended his right hand.

"Hello, I am Mr. Bruce's assistant, Willie Alva. Just call me Willie!"

"Nice to meet you, my name is Li Shuwen!"

Li Shuwen replied in broken English and reached out to shake the other person's hand.

After getting to know each other, Lin Tian turned to Willie and ordered:

"Willie, take Shuwen to the firearms R&D department of the Umbrella Laboratory and let Aubrey teach him how to play with guns."

"Understood, Mr. Bruce!" Willie nodded and agreed.

Li Shuwen on the side opened his mouth in shock: "Ah? You want me to learn foreign guns?!"

"What, are you feeling insecure?" Lin Tian deliberately goaded him.

How could Li Shuwen take this? He puffed out his chest on the spot: "What's there to be afraid of in playing with a gun! Hmph, maybe in a few days, I'll be able to earn the title of 'God-Gunner Li Shuwen'!"

"Heh heh, I'll wait and see." Lin Tian said with a smile.

Afterwards, Willie took Li Shuwen out of the office.

Lin Tian sat in his chair and muttered to himself: "Hmm, this guy might really become 'God-Gunner Li Shuwen' in advance!"

But this gun was not that gun.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another month passed.

A telegram was sent from Europe: Randolph Churchill had arrived safely in London with his wife.

The young couple, according to their prior plan, began to frantically mix in various aristocratic gatherings and high-end salons.

They threw money around, using 50,000 pounds worth of Sulfonamide as gifts for various princes and nobles.

Within a few days, the couple had become the most popular red-hot figures in the London upper-class circles.

After all, in the British Isles, Sulfonamide was a treasure that was priceless.

As long as one could get their hands on it and resell it on the black market, they could easily multiply their money several times over.

The mere 50,000 pounds of goods, after being traded by these nobles, were sold for a sky-high price of hundreds of thousands of pounds.

This business was simply profit upon profit!

For a time, the aristocratic circle was filled with voices like: "If we could get a large batch of Sulfonamide, we'd be rich!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, the Churchills went with the flow, releasing the news that the USA side had agreed to a joint venture to build a pharmaceutical factory and was willing to give up 30% of the equity.

Once the news came out, the entire London aristocratic circle was completely shocked.

In the blink of an eye, the Churchill Family's door was almost trampled down.

Various lords were like madmen, waving the money in their hands, scrambling to subscribe to this 30% stake.

In the end, even the 8th Duke of Marlborough of the Churchill main family, George Charles Spencer-Churchill, could not sit still.

He dragged his half-dead, sick body and personally ran to London to see his own younger brother.

Although the Churchill Family had been wealthy in the past, it couldn't withstand several generations of crazy spending, especially since Randolph's grandfather had a bunch of children.

Now, the family's financial situation was appalling.

The dignified Duke had even fallen to the point of selling ancestral heirlooms to make a living.

Upon learning that his younger brother held 20% of the new pharmaceutical factory's shares, old George even threw away his face, running to London to shamelessly beg his brother for a share.

Randolph pondered for a while and simply nodded in agreement. After all, to mix in London, he still had to rely on the main family's signboard to hold up the scene.

Thus, he divided half of the 20% stake he held and gave it to the main family.

Taking this opportunity, Randolph used real money to firmly bind a large number of British nobles.

By the time the official high-level authorities reacted and prepared to take measures, they found that they couldn't move a single hair of Randolph.

A group of aristocratic lords in the House of Lords who had received benefits collectively jumped out to oppose it.

In just a few days, Randolph transformed in Britain, becoming a top-tier big shot whose words were more effective than the royal family's.

Immediately after, he took the one million pounds exchanged for the 30% stake and, strictly following Lin Tian's instructions, converted it all into shiny gold, shipping it to the USA boat by boat.